In my idle hours, all day long, I sit facing my inkstone, and write down, without any particular order, whatever trifles come into my mind it is indeed a strangely mad thing to do.
つらつらと
In my idle hours, all day long, I sit facing my inkstone, and write down, without any particular order, whatever trifles come into my mind it is indeed a strangely mad thing to do.
つらつらと
In my idle hours, all day long, I sit facing my inkstone, and write down, without any particular order, whatever trifles come into my mind it is indeed a strangely mad thing to do.